Love And Friendship

Love and Friendship

Pairing: Max Wolfe x reader (implied black reader or reader with curly hair)

A/N: This was written from a place of boredom because my life is boring,

Warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI/ No proofreading/ shit plot

ENJOY! or don't that's your business

*****

You had been on the upper east side for a mere few months, and it already seemed like your life was flipped around completely. You weren’t sure if you ever really wanted to leave. Sure, there had been way too much drama, many entitled people, and that feeling that you would never quite fit in, but none of that mattered. Not when you could come home from school and feel loved and important. You were staying with the Wolfe family as a foreign exchange student and even though there have been many ups and downs since you arrived, they remained kind and that was important to you.

Also there was Max. Your relationship with him was kind of odd. When you came he welcomed you with open arms, claiming that he could use “a hot little sidekick” for all his misadventures. At first you thought he was weird and pervy, and though he is slightly pervy the weird has definitely grown on you. He feels like the best friend you’ve ever had, you can tell him anything without any judgment, and you feel more relaxed around him than you’ve ever felt around anyone. You’ve spent most of your time following him around, when he wasn’t doing something too outlandish for your taste. And if he was doing something outside of your means, then you would stay at home with his dad, or read, or hang out with a few of the friends you made. None of that compared to the freeing feeling of Max though. 

“What are you doing, nerd?” You suddenly hear at your door, pulling you from your thoughts. There Max stood, only donning his post workout shorts. You knew better than to look, knowing he would catch you and never let you hear the end of it.

“Reading, you ever heard of it?” Max smiles slightly amused by your quip.

“Ha ha” He laughs sarcastically. He pushes his way into your room. Picking things up and putting them back down like he’s never seen them before. He does this often but you quickly learned that he does it when he’s building up to ask you to do something.

“ So peanut,” he leans on your bed tilting his head and giving you the sweetest little grin. “I have a proposition for you.” You sigh knowing his favors always require you to leave your bed. 

“What Maximus?” You try not to look at his face too much because you know it’ll reel you in.

“You know how you were talking about getting out the house more, so you’d have more to say about your time here when you went back home?” He asked you rhetorically. 

“Vaguely.” You squint at him, willing him to get to the point.

“Well I have a photographer friend, and he needs a model, and guess who would be perfect?” His weasley smile grew. 

You groaned sitting up. “Is this another hook up thing? I told you I’m not being your wing man anymore.” 

“Aw come on don’t be like that. Please. He saw you when we went by that bar a couple days ago, said you would be perfect for a shoot. And I thought to myself, who would make a better model than my little peanut.” 

“It’s not sounding like you know your peanut too well. I hate being on camera.” You huffed. For a moment Max pretended like he was taking that into consideration before he went for the kill.

“Well I don’t, and he promised to record us… ya know,” he smirked, making you scoff. “If I get you to do it.” He paused to grab your hand, and pout his lips. “So please, for me.” You cave almost immediately. 

You huff falling back on the bed. “Fine I’ll do it, but you’re funding my next trip to the bookstore.” You say, like that will negatively impact him in any way.

Max silently cheers, and looks a little silly doing it which you have no choice but to smile at.

******

“Max, when you said it was gonna be a photoshoot, I was thinking a loser with a camera. Not all this!” You whisper yelled, as you were pulled into a chair so they could do your hair. You didn’t know why you wouldn’t assume immediately that a friend of Max’s would have this sort of operation, but it just slipped your mind.

“Calm down, peanut. You’re gonna do great.” He bent down slightly reaching to boop your nose. Something he knew irked your usually chill demeanor, just like having all this attention on you would as well. He would deal with that later though. 

“Oh shit, that’s him. Quick, how do I look?” He asked, spreading his arms.

“Rich and arrogant.” You state, which he quickly laughs off knowing you get mean when you’re nervous, and somehow you’re always nervous.

“Max, you look wonderful. And so does the gift you brought me.” The man says, eyeing you. He has very artsy energy surrounding him and everything about him was colorful. When you first met Max you never would have thought that this was his type, but you quickly realized he had absolutely no preferences.

“As do you.” He tells him flirtily, pausing to check him out. “This is my little peanut.” He introduces, to which you give the man a nervous half smile. “She can be a bit shy, but I’m sure when she warms up to you, you’ll see all she can be.” He promises, giving you a sly wink that makes you want to roll your eyes.

“Peanut, this is my friend Marcus.”He finishes.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You give the man your sweetest smile knowing that you were gonna milk Max’s bank account for all it’s worth later. 

“You as well. You’re a beauty. I’m so grateful this guy managed to convince you to come out here for me.” You blushed, quickly averting your eyes. Right after that Max whisked him away, bringing his flirting up ten notches from what you could tell and soon after your hair and make up was done and you felt like a newer version of yourself. One you hadn’t met yet. You liked her. 

Max had wandered off for a bit, flirting with every person within the building, but he finally started to make his way back to you only to not find you in the space he left you. 

“Max, over here” He heard Marcus call out to him and when he looked at you for a moment he felt like he had been hit by a bus. Flowers adorned your curly hair, that made you look like an angel. The makeup you wore made you look like a vixen, but what really caught his attention was your outfit (or lack of one). You wore nothing but a white one piece lingerie set that had you looking good enough to eat. Literally and Metaphorically.

Max let go of those thoughts as quickly as they came. You were one of the only people who didn’t see him as a sex symbol, or something to pursue and ultimately he felt the same way about you. He knew you were beautiful, but your friendship was not one that needed sex added to the mix. Not when the two of you actually had mutual interest, the same sense of humor, and a foundation of friendship that could last for years, unlike many of his others.

“So what is the theme here?” He asked as casually as possible, walking up to the two of you, and trying to keep his eyes anywhere but on the bare skin you were showing, which was nearly impossible considering you were all skin right now, and that made him realize how much you usually don’t show it. Max quickly realized you might be very uncomfortable, even if you didn’t look that way.

“Garden of Eden. She’s perfect for it, isn’t she?” Marcus asked, while snapping pictures. You hadn’t turned to look at Max yet, trying to stay focused on the camera, but you could feel his eyes on you. It was intense. The way you knew he was dragging them over every inch of your skin. Memorizing every little detail. And he was. He couldn’t help but notice how you looked like you came right out of his earliest fantasies. Your lips, the way they were so full. Your skin, that looked so soft. And every curve that he never checked for before today. 

“That she is. You look divine peanut. Like a goddess who will soon own ten thousand books.” He teased.His smile widening when he saw your lips quirk into a small smirk.

“Don’t distract my model, Max.” Marcus tells him. To which Max surrenders, happy to take the backseat for a moment and let you shine.

When you wrapped up shooting you hurried off the dressing room, leaving Max with Marcus. 

“So, the two of you?” Marcus asks, his curiosity peaking.

“Peanut is just a friend.” Max grins. Marcus scoffs like he knew something Max didn’t.

“You don't just do friends, Max Wolfe.” Marcus smirks. “Not with people who look like that. And not with the way you just looked at her.”

“Is someone jealous?” Max deflected, getting closer to Marcus to lift his chin.

“Not the slightest, I just know these things. I’m usually right.” Max rolled his eyes.

“Not this time, I’m afraid. I’ll see you later.” Max winked. Implying exactly why he would see him later. 

Max walked off to find you slightly thrown off. Lately, many people have been hinting that he wanted something more from you than friendship. Before today, he could deny those claims and have that be the truth, but right now he wasn’t so sure. He waited outside the dressing room trying to brush that off, when he heard a crash from inside.

He didn’t hesitate going in, only to see you standing on something wobbly trying to grab your bag from the top shelf. Still only clad in the white lingerie set. Your entire backside on display for him. If he weren’t so concerned about your safety he would have allowed himself to just stand there.

“One day you’re going to break your neck if I’m not around to catch you.” He tells you pulling you off the wobbly stand and reaching over you to grab the bag. He didn’t think anything of it but you felt every single one of his muscles flex against your back. Max had a way of doing the smallest things that somehow made him seem like the biggest, strongest, protector you would ever know. Maybe that was just your mind playing tricks on you, but you realized that it was a huge turn on for you, and you wished it wasn’t.

“I’m a pro, I could have gotten it without you.” You tell him, which he only rolls his eyes at. Going to sit on the couch while you finish putting your clothes on. You watch Max check his phone, a sly smile etching its way onto his face. 

“I’m guessing my efforts worked in your favor.” You say buttoning your pants.

“Indeed they did, you my sweet angel can have all the books you desire.” 

“Hell yeah, I can.” You say giddily. 

*******

“Where the hell have the two of you been?” Audrey asked upon your late entrance to movie night. 

“Ask peanut.” Max said,walking past her and throwing you under the bus to go mess with Aki.

“Sorry.” You say, sheepishly holding up your bags from the bookstore. To which Audrey huffs at.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, but next time just use a kindle like everyone else in the twenty-first century.” She scolds, stepping aside to let you in. 

“I’ll take that into consideration.” You lie to appease her.

“Good now join the others, so we can start the movie.” She tells you bossily. Which you listen to with ease.

You greet the others, sitting in your designated spot beside Max. You quickly learned that movie night was not really movie night but instead an excuse to gossip, drink, play games, and overall just hang out together. 

You started off watching the movie, then it quickly progressed to drinks. Which you didn’t care to partake in, knowing that Max was a lush and you’d have to get him home later.

Your head was laying in Max’s lap as you scrolled on your phone. His hand stroking your curls absentmindedly. His other hand plastered on your bare stomach and under your slightly raised graphic tee. You tried not to think too much of it, considering that Max was very touchy, but his hand was warm and it sent a feeling through your whole body.

Everyone’s phone started to chime but yours and everyone got quiet. You figured it was gossip girl because this happened five times a day at this point, you just never got around to following her. 

“It seems you have an admirer, peanut.”

You look up at Max in confusion only for him to hand you his phone. It was you, in a freaking gossip girl post. Well more like you and Max. First it was one of him holding the door open for you at the bookstore for you with a wide smile plastered on your face. Then one of you on the met steps where he was booping your nose, much to your dismay. Then there was one of you from the photoshoot, which a ton of ppl were at, where he was looking at you, with a strange look in his eye. Then another one where you were tucked into his side, looking very sleepy. The last one however was just of you, it was one of the photos from the shoot.

“How did she even get that?” You ask, feeling slightly nauseous at the thought that people were watching you during all those moments and you had no idea.

“I have no idea but you look super hot in it!” Julien stated. To which Audrey agreed.

“Don’t worry about it, angel. Gossip girl is just a bitter old lady, taking her misery out on today's youth.” Audrey comforted the best way she knew how. “Plus she didn’t even say anything too bad considering.” She said, throwing a not so subtle glance at Max. Which he promptly scoffs at. 

“We need to take that bitch down.” Monet said. She wasn’t the least bit welcoming to you, but she had started warming up to you being around and she took a very protective stance on the people around her. 

“You know if we damage her credibility, she will no longer be relevant.” Luna stated. “And this is how we get her, because it’s not true.” She waved her phone.

Monet and Luna looked at each other like they were having thoughts no one else was and you were slightly confused on what they could be plotting. You were broken out of any thoughts you were having when you felt a boop on your nose, which made you quickly throw an irritated glance at Max who was sorta drunk. 

“Don’t stress about it. Leave the minions to their dirty work, and you just relax, have a drink.” He tried to convince you.

“If I have a drink, how will we get home later.” You ask.

“We’ll call an uber, silly girl.” He answered like it was right there in your face.

“We drove, silly boy.” You say back to him, watching as realization dawned on his face above you. 

“We can have someone pick up the car tomorrow.” He offers. His hand lazily stroked your side.

“Or I can just drive it back tonight, and remain sober.” To which he pouted at, making you grin, In that moment a camera flash went off. And thirty seconds later everyone’s phone was going off again.

Monet and Luna grinned in triumph. “Great now you two just have to keep up appearances until your date on friday.”

“Appearances?” You ask. The same time Max says “date?” Which you purposefully hadn’t told him about. You weren’t sure why, you just didn’t want him to know.

“If we nail gossip girl for incorrect info, she’ll totally lose followers and plummet to irrelevance.” Luna tells you. “So all you have to do is pretend to be in a relationship with Max until Friday, nothing too obvious, just keep doing what you’re doing.” Which you raise your eyebrows at because you and Max were definitely just friends. 

“Don’t pull her into one of your schemes.” Obie interjected, which had Zoya agreeing immediately. 

“You’re going on a date?” Max asks again, his eyes watching you intently, so you couldn’t act like you didn’t hear him.

“Sorta.” You answer, uncomfortable for some reason .

“Sorta? Don’t be so modest, that guy is totally into you.” Audrey said.

“Why am I the last to know?” He looks slightly offended but only in the way that he allows people to see. The one where he hides his actual feelings. “We don’t keep secrets, peanut.” 

“You know why, Max.” To which he tsks at which has you sitting up to give him a deadpan look.

“Are you still not over that? It was forever ago, only once, and he was a loser.” He defends. 

“He was cute, and you were being way too protective over something I could have handled myself.”

“He was being too touchy. You didn’t know him.” He was more than proud of himself for telling that guy to fuck off. 

“Says you!” You exclaim, incredulously, laughing. He was the touchiest person you knew.

 “Yeah, well everyone here knows that you like it when I touch you angel.” He leans back watching you absorb the innuendo, and the absolute silence that has taken over the room waiting for your comeback, reply, anything. But you could only gawk at him, all words leaving your brain for many unnecessary images. If he wasn’t so attractive right now the smirk on his face would be absolutely repulsive.

“Who is he?” Max asks you. His eyes casting over your easily flushed face.

“Oh you’re going to love this.” Audrey chimes in. “You remember Rachel, that girl you used to like in middle school?” 

“Vaguely. I liked plenty of girls in middle school.” Max huffed.

“I bet you remember the guy that she got with instead.” JC added with a smile. And you knew he did, Max had a hell of an ego on him, even if he wouldn’t admit, though he probably would. This seemed to get his attention.

“You’re going out with that dick?!” Shock filling his features. 

“What’s wrong with him? He’s nice to me and he’s cute.” You state.

“Jack Wright is the furthest thing from nice, and why are you encouraging her to date him?” He directed at Audrey.

“Because I knew you would hate it.” She teased, poking him. “Plus he’s totally cute for her. He brought her flowers.” 

“Are you talking about those dusty roses that are in the kitchen right now?” He says, like someone told him there was an intruder in his home.

“I like him, Max. How about you be my wingman for a change?” You try to reason, nudging him lightly with your elbow. Which makes him huff like a child, throwing his head back on the sofa cushion, knowing he had no valid reasoning for why you shouldn’t date him. 

“Fine but I don’t like this, or him.” He tells you.

“It’s okay Maxibear, you’ll get over it.” You joke, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

******

“Open the door, peanut!” Max said, banging heavily on the door. Stress and worry was clawing at his chest. 

You had just got home from your date, and instead of stopping and checking on Max and his dad, like you usually do, you ran straight to your room. 

“Maybe she just needs a minute, honey.” Gideon tried to reassure his son. “I’m sure everything is fine.” He seemed unsure the moment he said it. He never knew you to act emotionally over much, most of your reactions had been calm and rationalized, even when things were bad. 

“Something’s not right.” Max persists knocking on the door again, before stopping when he hears the sound of you crying.

“Fuck.” He mutters to himself, pulling out his phone.

“Who are you calling?” Gideon asked, getting more worried.

“The girls, so they can… I don’t even know.” Max ran a hand through his hair, wondering if you didn’t even want his company would you want someone else's. 

Audrey and JC arrive in record time with Aki in tow. Max wasn’t even sure if you’d let them in but he needed to do something. 

Audrey knocked on your door softly. “It’s Audrey, do you wanna talk?” It was silent for a moment. 

“I can just come in by myself, everyone else can stay out here.” She gave everyone a sharp pointed look. Audrey and you had become great friends despite her no new friends rule in the beginning. You connected quickly even though you had your differences and she knew that you were probably more embarrassed of whatever happened than anything.

“Just you.” You say quietly, but loud enough so that she heard you. Max couldn’t help but feel a little hurt behind his worry and relief. You were closer with him than anyone, including Audrey. 

“Okay sweetie.” Maternal friend instincts kicking up ten notches for Audrey.

Max felt someone defeated as the door opened and closed so quickly he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of you.

“Okay let’s go downstairs, for now everyone.” Gideon said, ushering the others away from the door.

Max couldn’t stop pacing waiting for anything. The door to open, a text, a call, he might even settle for a voicemail. Everyone was practically silent, worry adorning everyone at the thought that their friend might be in distress.

Thirty minutes later you emerged from the staircase. Max’s pacing had ceased but there was a never ending bounce in his leg. When he saw you it stilled, but the tension remained and he was sure it would stay until the issue was really fixed. You had come down in a shirt that was Max’s and a pair of lounge shorts. Which was not what you wore to your date. Your eyes were puffy and slightly swollen from crying,which was the first time Max had seen you like that.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to worry you.I’m fine.” A fucking lie if he ever heard one. Max thought, seething silently. “I just overreacted to some stupid dating stuff.” You tried to wave off. He tried to pretend he wasn‘t getting upset but he was. You stressed communication with your friends all the time, and when it was finally your turn you wouldn’t do the same. He had never known you to be a hypocrite so he figured whatever happened was so bad that you felt like you had to become one.

“Sweetie, it's okay, you know you can talk to us.” Gideon told you, pulling you into a tight hug. You let out a shaky breath, attempting not to cry again, settling for a low hum. You fought not to make eye contact with Max, knowing you would cry in front of everyone the moment you reached him. 

“It’s fine, I’m fine really.” You lied. Max looked to Audrey to see if she wrangled any sort of information out of you, but she only shook her head. Max got up before he could think about it, pulling you into the next room without a word. You let out a huff when he stopped, looking at you expectantly, but you had yet to make any sort of eye contact.

“What happened?” You ignored his question like you didn’t hear it, trying your hardest to gather your emotions but all that ended when he put his hands on the sides of your face, so you’d have no where to look but him. 

“I’m trying really hard to avoid crying to you every time I have an issue like this.” You try to somewhat joke. He knew you meant it though because your eyes started watering. You were afraid of relying on him emotionally because you knew there would be no going back.

“Um… so you know how gossip girl posted about us like we were dating…” You start your voice kinda shaking. “And then Luna and Monet ‘confirmed’.” You airquoted. “Well Jack didn’t find that funny.” You drifted off like that was all you were gonna say but Max knew there was more. 

“What did he do ?” He moved to grab your waist and pull you closer to him but as soon as he touched you, you winced, making Max drop his hand immediately and a feeling almost like terror run up his spine. He was lifting your (his) shirt up before he really put much thought into it, anger gripping him like a vice. An angry red mark stretched on your skin, the beginning of an ugly bruise. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” You say.

“You weren’t going to tell anyone he did this to you?” He asked you almost angrily. 

“I wasn’t going to tell you.” It took you a moment to realize how that sounded when the hurt flashed across his eyes. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to make this right for me, and I know you. I know that;s the first place your mind went.” Max took a deep breath even though it didn’t help.

“Aren’t you mad?” He asked, eyes boring into yours.

“Of course I am!” You exclaimed, tears following right after. “But I would never get away with it if I went after him.” Your voice raised a few octaves and you were pretty sure everyone could hear you. “His dad owns a fucking law firm, his mom is fucking rich. If I said something it would be turned on me!” Max quickly understood, and he was just as quickly reminded of his privilege. He pulled you in tight. “I’m sorry, peanut.”

******

Max felt you before he saw you. His sleep was interrupted by the weight of you on his chest. “Did you do this?” You ask, while he tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes, and squinting at your bright phone. There was a gossip girl post about Jack being expelled from school for having steroids in his locker, with the intent to sell. One of Max’s favorite revenge plots. A sleepy smirk draws on his face and you immediately know he did. “I never scheme and tell.” You couldn’t help but place a quick, very chaste kiss on his lips. A grandma kiss really. If it weren’t for the fact that you were practically straddling him. “Thank you.” You had managed to shock him and yourself. you quickly hightailed it out of his room. 

You avoided him pretty much for the rest of the morning, catching a ride with Audrey as soon as the opportunity presented itself. By the time it was your lunch hour Audrey caught wind of your behavior. “What’s up with you? Is it about last night?” She asked, concerned. She gave you a very pointed look when you looked at her confused.

“You know what I’m talking about. You and Max are usually all up under each other and today, you haven’t so much as looked at him.” She points out.

“That’s not true.” You defend. Because technically it wasn’t. You had looked at him at some point.

“Is it because of what he did to Jack?” Audrey asked, Max may not have told her it was him but he definitely didn’t need to. 

“I guess you could say that.” Your face started to heat up at your mindless action earlier.

“He just did it because he cares about you-” Audrey started to defend, because she thought you were avoiding him because you were mad.

“I kissed him.” You interrupt her, watching her face go from confused and serious to absolutely delighted in a second.

“I knew it! You like him.” She nudged your arm with a smile. 

“No” You shush her because of how loud she was. “It was a thank you kiss. Nothing more.” Audrey gave you a pointed look, knowing very well you don’t just hand out thank you kisses. 

“Whatever you say.”She tells you in a sing-songy voice.

“Change the subject, please.” You groan, not wanting to experience another full body cringe. 

“Okay fine, I  let you avoid the topic all day because you’d been acting off and I didn’t want to trigger you but, what really happened?” You knew immediately she was referring to the bruise on your abdomen. You sighed knowing this was coming. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, I just think you should.”

“It’s fine,” You tell her knowing she meant well. “We left the movies, everything had been going okay and then…” You pause trying to gather your words. “He started to touch me in a way I didn’t want from him…. When I pushed him away he got mad and pushed me hard and I collided into the railing, stomach first.” You finish.

“It’s really not that dramatic-” You try to stir away once you see the big pitying eyes she’s giving you.

“Stop,” She interrupted. “Don’t take away from something bad that happened to you and make it seem like you reacting was an overreaction. That’s awful.” Her validation made you feel a little better and eased a lot of the tension you felt over last night.

Audrey didn’t tell you that Max was right behind you, listening. She figured you weren’t gonna tell him and that he needed to hear. You needed him to hear it. She knew how much the two of you meant to each other and what you would be when you both were ready. And as much as she wanted to trust fate every once in a while she gave you a push to speed up the process.

Max felt himself getting angry after the seemingly good day he had after you kissing him. He knew you were avoiding him but he was okay with that because he knew it was just embarrassment that would wear off. But now he felt like he didn’t deserve that kiss and that he should have done more to get revenge on Jack. Yes, he was expelled and you’d never have to see him in school again but his parents would just find him another school. Jack deserved damage that would last him a lifetime. Max was off before you saw him, plotting again. 

*****

Max’s head was fuzzy as he sat, bloodied knuckles and the black eye that was forming making his head swirl. The pain was dulling, as was the anger he earlier felt. Max had found Jack’s location (posted on his story because people just do that for some reason) and he went to him, picking a fight. The fight was pretty even, but ultimately Max won and he’d left feeling pretty good about that until he got home. Gideon was not happy to find videos of his son being violent going viral. Now Max sat in his room after a long lecture waiting for the room to stop spinning.

His door clicked open and there you stood finally (not that he was waiting for you). “I didn’t want you to get in a fight over me.” You whisper not wanting to alert Gideon to you being in Max’s room, while he was supposed to reflect on who he wanted to be. Your heart skipped a beat when a lazy and slightly pained smile reached his face. You cross the room to inspect his eye, ice in hand. 

“I’d get into a thousand fights for you, angel.” He reassured,pushing your hair out of your face which only alerted you to his bloody knuckles. 

“Well I don’t want you to. You've got a bruise here.” Max leaned into your gentle touch under his eye even though it hurt.

“We’ll have matching bruises then.” He quips.

“I think that only works if they’re in the same place, not if they are given by the same person.” You tell him, keeping the ice pressed to his eye, but yet never giving him eye contact. You wanted to avoid everything unspoken until the timing was better, but you knew he wouldn’t have that for much longer.

“Well that’s good for him, if he did something to damage the masterpiece that is your face I would have had to kill him.” He tells you have joking, but mostly sincere in a way that only Max could be. And even though it was cheesy you couldn’t help but blush because you knew he meant it. 

“I don’t like seeing you be violent.” You whisper to him. “It’s not the Max I know.” He was quiet as he took this in, not really knowing what to say, so instead he just placed a kiss on your forehead and did the thing he’d been dying to do since last night. He held you. Everything felt alright after that and before you knew it, you were both asleep.

*****

It had been weeks after the Jack incident and everything had been changing. Max was more possessive than ever, not that you minded, and school had been kicking your ass because of finals. When you;d finally finished exams you wanted nothing more than to rest but Max and your friends had other ideas. They wanted to go to the club to blow off some steam and you started to find yourself appealed to the idea of doing so. 

You decided to get ready at Audrey’s, much to Max’s dismay, not wanting anyone to steal your attention away from him, until he decided the more the merrier. You were aware of Audrey, Aki, and Max’s past. You knew they loved each other romantically once, until it just didn’t work out anymore. You knew that they had a pact to all break up if they broke up with Max and that Audrey and Aki broke it, and you knew how that betrayal had hurt Max, but you also have seen the way the friendship has healed. Max admitted that the relationship was hard for him and he seems happy and so do Audrey and Aki. 

“You would be so hot in this, please try it on.” Audrey begged, pulling you out of your thoughts. The sparkly, mini dress she was shoving at you, catching your attention. 

“I haven’t really worn anything like that before.” You tell her, hesitancy laced in your voice. 

“Tonight would be the perfect time to change that!” She tells you, pushing you into the bathroom while you huff.

Audrey watched as Max stared at you until the door was closed. He never seemed to be able to take his eyes off you. “She’s not gonna disappear, ya know.” She tells him,wanting some kind of reaction, only to get a roll of the eyes.

“Well she might if you keep taking so long to make a move.”Aki comments.

“I'm not going to do this with the two of you.” Max specifies. He knew it was coming with the way Audrey couldn’t mind her own business if someone paid her, but he also knew it was an unavoidable conversation, considering everyone he knew had been wondering what was up with them. Including his own dad. 

“Um, ouch” Audrey says, slightly offended but also understanding of where he was coming from. 

“We’re just saying, man.” Aki starts, excited to give out some unsolicited advice. “You’re not exactly subtle and we all see where this is going, so what’s stopping you?” He asked, dripping with sincerity. 

“She’s my friend. No need to ruin more of my friendships for unnecessary relationships.” Max comments, in the hopes of hurting/ guilting them enough to end this conversation. Which seems to work perfectly. For about five seconds. 

“That's a load of shit.” Audrey tells him, not wanting to argue but also knowing Max well enough to know he was trying to guilt them into silence, Max groans. “You care about her, I might even say that you love her and you’re just too much of a coward to do anything that might put you at risk of having to be vulnerable.” Audrey finished. Max ignored her, he knew how he felt about you and he certainly didn’t need it spelled out for him like he was a child. But Max also knew himself, he knew that he’s done a lot and that if he were looking at this from a religious person's viewpoint he would be the sinner and you would be the saint he was trying to corrupt. His sweet angel. That’s not what he wanted to do, so he’d sucked it up and kept his feelings to himself.

You opened the door, unaware of the tension in the room. Max looked stiff and uncomfortable and then he looked at you and his eyes swept over you a few times, the tension left the room and entered his body in seconds. You looked-

Audrey’s squeal interrupted his thoughts. “Omg you look absolutely gorgeous. I could just eat you. What about you, Max? Couldn’t you just eat her?” Audrey targeted, her tone teasing and her innuendo not going over anyone’s head but yours. You were too eager to hear his input to think about what she had said, though you would never admit it. 

Max saw the way you looked at him, like you only trusted his opinion on a matter so simple as if you looked beautiful in your dress. “I’d devour her.” Max told Audrey, watching the tiny glimpse of relief on your face and he was pleased with his answer. As was Audrey. Max stood ready to leave the room before any more Audrey initiated complimenting took place. 

“I have a very specific plan for the evening, the details of which I’ll spare you if we can all leave before I miss step one.” Max rushes, much to Audrey’s dismay.

********

Max watched you down your next shot, a worried feeling settling in his stomach. He’d been chatting up some girl when he’d caught wind of your drinking. He figured you would babysit all your drinks tonight but he was quickly proven wrong. He was starting to get frustrated because he couldn’t focus on anyone else if he was worried about you, which meant another night of not getting laid because you were on his mind. He found himself beside you and pulled the drink out of your hand before he really thought about it. 

“I didn’t know you were planning to get black out drunk tonight, angel.” Max sipped from your glass surprised to find the familiar burn of tequila when you'd been drinking it like it was juice all night. 

“Hey, that was mine!” You pouted, before giving Max a loopy smile when he gave the drink back.

“Come on, let's go sit with our friends.” Max said, helping you out of your chair and away from the creepy bar men.

“Yesss, I missed my friends.” You say excitedly, tripping slightly. Max smiled at how cute you were right now.

“Hi, beautiful.” JC greeted you as you made your way near her and the others. When you finally got to the table you sat beside Max as closely as possible, not that he minded and mindlessly engaged with the others.

Max hadn’t said much being that he was lost in thought and he hadn’t realized he’d been staring at you. Not until you turned completely to him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, your eyes low but still curious. 

“You’re jus’ so pretty.” He tells you, making you beam. He ignores the looks the two of you are receiving like always.

“You’re pretty too, Maxipad.” Max tries not to pay much attention to the warm feeling in his chest, especially when you reach up to peck his cheek. He knew you were only being outwardly affectionate because you were drunk, because he was usually the one to initiate touch of any kind.

“Thank you, Angel.” He smiles brushing your cheek.

“You know… I like it when you call me angel.” You start. “I hate it when you call me peanut, it was kinda cute at first but it has such little sister vibes, and the last thing that I want to be to you is your little sister.” You ramble. “I mean I get it, I’m probably like this random chick that you’re living with in your mind, so sure I guess, but I would really hate it if you saw me as a little sister, actually I would probably throw up, because my thoughts about you… well they aren’t exactly sisterly, if you know what I mean, and well you’re you so I’m sure you do.” You finish, holding your drink up and downing the rest.

Max was… surprised by your rant. Pleasantly so. It wasn’t very subtle and didn’t leave much room for questions but he was going to ask them anyway.

“What kind of thoughts?” He asks you mischievously, but definitely not expecting the answer you give him. 

“The ones I touch myself to.” You whisper to him, completely unbothered by your newfound boldness, even though it would come back to bite you in the ass tomorrow  morning. Max visibly choked, barely able to contain his coughing. Audrey patted him on the back pretending she didn’t just overhear the very private conversation the two of you just had.

“You okay Max?” Audrey asked, biting back her grin. “Yeah, just great.” Max told her, knowing she knew. You seemed distracted again, like that whole conversation hadn’t happened, but Max definitely knew he would save that for the morning. And despite his coughing fit, he felt he could breathe a little easier, knowing you weren’t some innocent little saint that he would corrupt. You just didn’t share those thoughts with him. He wouldn’t wait to change that.

******

Your head was pounding and the sun was bright, shining through the curtains. You turned the other way trying to get away from the sunlight only to feel something blocking you. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes.There Max was in all his glory, watching you, and smiling when you jumped. 

“Good morning, sleepy head.” Max was practically brimming with excitement, to ask a newly sober you about the things you had said and being able to do it with a clear conscience, knowing he had a serious intent on pursuing you, though with what you said it didn’t seem like that would be a hard thing. 

You rub your eyes. “Why am I in your room?” You ask quickly understanding why all that light was coming through the window, instead of your black out curtains. Sometimes Max was a sociopath and this was one of those times. 

“That was your doing. You practically begged me.” Max informs you with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes doubting that to be true.

You sat up to look for your phone, when you noticed the black lacy bra you wore last night being exposed. You look at your chest for a moment then look at him, with your eyebrow raised. 

“Also your doing.” He informs you, the smirk never leaving his lips.

“What happened last night?” Your silent question hanging in the air.

“Not that much to your disappointment.Though, I have to say, you are one handsy drunk, Angel.” Max tells you. “And you have a dirty little mouth on you.” You cringed as memories came slamming down at once.

“Shut up.” You mutter, getting off the bed. You were fully aware that your entire body was on display for him considering you were only wearing a bra and cheeky underwear.

Max let out a low whistle from behind you, sitting up on the headboard to get a better look. When you glanced at him you quickly regretted it because he looked like something right out of your fantasies. His eyes, his lips, his chest, his abs, and that goddamn happy trail. Fuck. 

“Wow, you are not subtle at all.” Max laughs, watching the way you checked him out and how quickly you tried to pretend you weren’t. You huff stealing one of his shirts out the drawer before throwing it over your head.

“So I take it you’re not ready to talk about last night.” Max teased you.

“Stop being a dick.” You say throwing a pillow at him and walking out the room to go to yours, hearing his laughter as you closed the door.

*********

After multiple days of endless teasing from Max. Mix in flirtatious comments, him finding any reason to be shirtless, and touching you endlessly it was safe to say you were on edge. So when Audrey casually suggested that you sit on his lap because there were no more seats in the car to Obie’s cabin, you felt like you might lose it. You tried your best to ignore how warm he was, the hard muscles under his shirt and the way he smelled, so fucking good, but it was hopeless. You pulled out a book( one of the ones he brought you) and distracted yourself.

“You know I can feel that, right?” Max whispered about thirty minutes into your reading. Pretty much everyone, but Obie who was driving, had fallen asleep. 

You give him a confused look. “What?” You whisper back.

“The way you’re throbbing on my fucking thigh.” You felt the hair on the back of your neck raise, as his breath tickled it. Your face, warming in embarrassment, that he could feel that.

“I mean I can feel just how turned on you are right now, princess.” He brushes your hair over your shoulder so that he can get a better look at your face. He watched you exhale at the new nickname, and he could feel how it was affecting you. He knew that he would be using it again soon.

“Oh, you like that.” He stated, his hand skimming up the side of your exposed thigh and nearing the edge of your skirt.

“You know, when you tell me what your books are about, you always manage to leave out the dirty little tidbits. A good girl would have told me it all.” And fuck if that didn’t have you wanting to apologize. 

“Sorry.” What the Fuck? You question yourself unsure of where that came from, and if Max wasn’t hard before he definitely was now. He let out a low hum, removing the book from your hands completely. 

“It’s okay princess, I’ll just read it myself.” You were too shocked for any words or thoughts to form in your brain. He moved his other hand that was on the outside of your thigh to the inside, stroking softy. You felt your brain turn to mush at his actions. 

For the rest of the ride the two of you were quiet, just like that, him reading probably one of the dirtiest books you own, and his hand practically up your skirt. You were basically turning into a puddle by the time Obie parked.

“Okay so everyone knows where their room is, and you’ll have to double up with someone pipsqueak.” Obie said, referring to you. Just as JC was about to volunteer her room Max beat her to the punch. 

“She’ll be with me.” He said his eyes never leave the page he was on.

“Oh- kayyy” Obie said awkwardly, moving to scratch his neck.

You didn’t miss the look of triumph on Audreys face, and the knowing looks being exchanged through the group, but you decided to ignore them.

You stared in awe once you got into the amazing cabin, but it didn’t last long once you felt Max’s hand on the small of your back pushing you up the stairs, to what you assumed was the direction of his bedroom.

“Let’s meet back here in an hour,” Audrey told everyone, as she went to her own room.

As soon as you and Max reach his room he quickly shut the door and caged you into it. Your faces were inches away, but all of his body was pressing into you. “I’m thinking I should spank you.” Max told you his lips hovering over yours. You tried to ignore that tingling sensation that went down your spine at the thought.

“‘Why?” You ask, knowing you haven’t done anything to deserve it, yet. 

“For no reason, other than having a feeling you would love it.” He tells you pointing his head at the book you had been reading, and what was for sure that kind of scene, when he took it. 

“Right.” You breathe out, trying to get your hormones under control slightly.

“What do you think, princess?” He asks, tracing your neckline with his index finger.

“I think…I’d like you to kiss me before anything else.” Your wish was granted in an instant. Finally a real kiss. He’d grabbed both sides of your face, pulling you to him like a starving man. His hands were everywhere after a few seconds, in your hair on your neck but soon they were on your ass then under it, then lifting you up. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this, and you realized he probably had. 

Max pushed your body into the door while still holding you up. You lost any grip on reality that you previously had when he started grinding into you. He swallowed up all your whimpers and moans.

When he finally broke away from your mouth, and began kissing down your necks, all your sounds broke free from you. Some of them were loud, and you wished you cared enough to be embarrassed. Max clamped a hand over your mouth, to silence you. 

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” A particularly rough thrust against your panties, making you inhale sharply trying to stay quiet for him. His voice was deeper and gravelly, and overall stern, putting you in a headspace where you wanted to listen to every word he said, but that was okay because you trusted him.

Max moved you to the bed, never letting go of you, until you were under him.

“Now tell me,” Max started, pulling himself up enough to take off your shoes. “When you touch yourself, and you’re imagining me,” a grin spread on his face. “How am I usually servicing you?” Max asked. Flinging his jacket somewhere in the room.

“Max.” You said a sudden feeling of shyness taking over. Embarrassment wracking through your bones. Then your brain is too empty to answer when he takes his shirt off next. 

“Eye’s up here, angel.” Your eyes snap to face much to his amusement. “There’s no need to be shy.” He tells you, crawling between your legs and kissing your inner thigh. “Just tell me.”

“I don’t know, it's always different.” You tell him, which wasn’t completely a lie.

“That often, huh?” He smirked, to which you mindlessly nodded as he kissed his way up your thigh. “Well how about this, until you’re ready to tell me how you want it, you can touch yourself for me. Maybe that'll help you remember.” He teased, placing a quick unhelpful kiss on top of your panties. 

“Max” you draw out. You could see how much he was enjoying this, knowing how embarrassed you were. More frustration bloomed in you when he leaned back and you got a good look at that godforsaken happy trail.  

“What, princess?” He asked, tilting his head like he didn’t really know, enjoying seeing you squirm way too much for your liking.

“I want you to touch me.” You’re practically whining, and you hate yourself for it. “Please.”

“Oh we’re getting somewhere now. So you do know how to voice your wants and needs outside of being drunk, you just have to be desperate for it don’t you sweet girl?” He asked leaning back over you, his hand swooping into your underwear, but not yet taking them off. The way he was talking to you had your head absolutely spinning, you heard the condescending tone but you would be lying if you acted like you didn’t fucking love it. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”His finger pressed on your clit and you realized how edged you were because that was almost enough for you to cum right then and there.

“Max!” you cry out as he rubs your clit repeatedly. “I know, angel. You’re doing so good.” He praised. “I didn’t even have to do much. Your poor little cunts’ been waiting for me.”

Just as you’re about to come he thrust his middle finger into you, and your orgasm hit you simultaneously. Your back arching off the bed, as your core convulses.  

You damn near died, when you open your eyes to see Max sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking your juices off of them. He moaned at the taste leaving you speechless, not that there was much going on in your brain after that orgasm.

“Fuck, you taste so good, need it from the source.” He said the last part more to himself than to you.

He was pulling your underwear off like you were about to be his first meal in months. He took a second to admire, like he was taking a mental image of your pussy, before he quite literally dived in.

“Oh fuck…” You curse, already feeling slightly overstimulated. Max flattened his tongue and licked a stripe up your pussy, before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. 

Max hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body. You gasped when Max put two fingers inside of you, pumping them quickly. Your second orgasm was approaching quickly and your hands tangled in his hair pulling slightly, which ripped a groan from his throat, which officially had you shattering so hard you couldn’t see or hear for a moment.

“Such a good girl.” Max tells you, which has you feeling warm and fuzzy in the head, probably because he really meant it. Placing a kiss on your lips that tastes of you. His hand was placed on your stomach, and he got ready to pull your shirt off. He was interrupted by a knock on the door, which had the both of you groaning.

“You guys, we're about to play games, and we need you down here.” Julien called, much to your dismay. 

“We’ll be down in a second.” You call back, ignoring the way Max rolled his eyes and dropped his head on your stomach, which you kiss the top of.

Levitating

Summery: You are Charles’ celebrity crush… or are you?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader. (This has nothing to do with my Smau series… it’s just a one shot I couldn’t stop thinking about)

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Hi when will you be posting a new part of the one night stand series ?<3 and good luck with med school

Hey I’m sorry, I know it’s been a while, I’m trying to work on it but I’m having some trouble with my inspiration for the story. But I’m not going to give up, so I’m hoping it’ll be soon even though I can’t tell you exactly when ❤️

The one with the “Call her Daddy Podcast”

Summery: you are invited to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, and after a serious considerstion, you decide to accept and to be unfiltered

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader (demisexual!reader)

Warnings: 18+(there is not smut, but there is mention of sex), bad english (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES). This is not proofread, sorry!

FEEDBACK, OF ANY KIND, IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

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The one with “We were on a break”

I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.

It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.

Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.

Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.

Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.

All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.

You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.

-10 months before-

You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.

"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.

"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.

"Are you sure?"- you double checked

"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.

You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.

You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...

"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.

You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.

Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake

"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish

"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.

"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight

"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...

"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .

"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry

"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"

"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough

"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you

"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him

"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé

"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"

"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you

"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated

"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something

"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control

"I meant a break from us"- you muttered

"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again

"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining

-Now-

You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.

You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.

You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.

"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection

"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.

"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.

Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple

"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.

"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked

Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry

"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.

-10 months before- the day after the fight-

You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message

"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said

You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.

You had fallen asleep while waiting.

The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.

You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.

You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.

"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.

"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.

"I'm sorry"- he only said

"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.

Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up

"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.

"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.

You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick

-Now-

And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.

"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.

You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.

“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.

You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn’t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.

“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth

“What?”- Henry said

“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her

“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.

“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.

Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now

“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.

“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door

“You have a baby”- you just said

“I-“

“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing

“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin

“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?

“I think I need a moment”- you said

“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door

“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.

You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.

-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-

“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back

“Don’t touch me”-

“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again

“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”

“She didn’t mean anything”

“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”

“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”

“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-

“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes

And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him

-Now-

You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.

You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.

You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.

You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.

“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.

“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet

“You’re back” Henry said again

“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami

“You left”- he just said

“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged

“Where did you go?”- he asked

“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”

“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man

“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”

“Calls?”

“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll

“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair

“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.

The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.

“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him

“You’re right”

“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness

“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.

You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family

“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled

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Just wanna say that, I don’t when but I may write a second part of this, I have an idea already

Feeding the U.S Army

summery: You’re a Masterchef contestant, and during the team challenge you and your team have to cook for 100 army men. Easy right?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Warning: very bad english, no proof-read. ENGLISH IS NOY MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’M SORRY.

I don’t even know what this is but I hope you like it

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